Mom
Got the phone call I knew was coming one day
to tell me she is so ill
pnemonia
eyes closed
shallow breath
my mother of 57 years
we've had our trials
mostly known to me because of her previous illness
her mind was on holiday
as she laughed at the person who hung out in the wall
whispering jokes that only she could understand
she had a good time
a good time
for one-
internal tears wash me clean inside
I am at work
and must function like I always do
despite the phone call I knew was coming one day
telling me
she may not last the night.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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